I wish I could send you the smell of these lovely lilacs. This dark one is from a huge old bush beside the farmhouse.
The white lilacs are all high up--thus this angle.
The Greatest Love
By Anna Swir
She is sixty. She lives
the greatest love of her life.
She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,
her hair streams in the wind.
Her dear one says:
"You have hair like pearls."
Her children say:
Anna Swir Polish Poet Another poem from the anthology Risking Everything edited by Roger Housden
Because of a post by M. Heart, I have some words to form what i am trying to do in my head. Determine what my path might be for the "second half of life." After some reading on-line i discovered people mean after 35!!! as the second half and I am way beyond that.
I am in the second half of the second half or the first half of the last half or something. I know there are several books focusing on this second half. I would like to read poems, fiction anything about women especially in their second halves of life. Suggestions welcome.